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The new article "The Years I Called Souls for Senior Brother" is being serialized
New copywriting:
"Brother, do you still remember that when we were children, Master asked us to sleep on the same bed, but you always hugged me from behind and were afraid of me, stumbling and rolling off the edge of the bed."
"Senior brother, you still remember our childhood days when we were boating in the lotus pond. At that time, I was seven years old and you were eleven years old, our childhood sweethearts."
"Senior brother, you still remember that when we were studying in the Jade Palace, I fell asleep. It was you who protected me and spared me from the master's punishment. I am so grateful."
"Senior brother, do you still remember that night when we first went down the mountain to enlightenment? Senior brother was afraid that I would catch a cold, so he took off his Taoist robe and put it on me..."
"Senior brother, do you still remember that at that time, you were the one who stood in front of me and took the seventeen or eighty knives on my behalf... Senior brother..."
Shen Zhenwang burped, holding a dirty jar and talking to the air.
He cried and laughed, as if there was a ghost of seven souls floating in the dark, and the faint ghost of three souls could be heard.
Luohong Mountain was disbanded, the mountain gate was burned, the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion was destroyed, the demon king of all ages came out of the mountain, the ghost king of Fengdu caused trouble in the world, and the Daxing Dynasty changed its dynasty.
But if he sinks into oblivion, he doesn't care.
He was drunk all day long, until one day three years later, in the palace building of the palace, which was lit with red candles, he still babbling, sometimes wearing the blood-stained women's clothes that were left behind by his sisters, and performed his favorite "The Return of the Soul".
"The living can die, and the dead can live... But how could you ever remember..."
The peaceful halls and pavilions that used to be calm now have some ripples.
There was a voice that suddenly picked up his words.
The wet hair brushed his neck, feeling cold.
"Junior brother, senior brother, I remember them all."
"Oh my god, what the hell!"
Copywriting of this article:
Thank you to everyone who reads this article! This article is a hot-blooded justice short film about a police officer (suffering) × a mysterious magician (attacking) who talks about sluts and manipulates them!
After graduating from the police academy, Chen Nanhuai changed his ways from a street gangster to a prominent figure in the criminal investigation team.
The young policeman whose edges had been smoothed was up and down at his post. He wanted to live a peaceful life in the police station, but a strange text message easily broke his life.
"Hello, I am your informant 5540, are you my matchmaker?"
"What kind of case is this, and what kind of clues are involved?"
"Of course it's a red line."
Chen Nanhuai thought it was a joke until the 29-year-old great magician arrived with picturesque views from around the world as promised. There is an additional item on the resume of the ordinary little film police officer: "He once served as a personal bodyguard for celebrities, accompanying him to eat, drink, and...!"
A thread of fate pulled the young policeman out of the surging water.
From the bloody Mary rumor case that spanned twenty years, to the transformation into a living person, spitting fire and swallowing knives, and a white dove in a hat, magic and strange rumors intertwined. The remains of the missing body and the mysterious death of the university professor, which one is an illusion and which one is the truth.
Sweet detective stories, magic criminal cases.
The application for this article ends with a V, and a sugar-sprinkling extra is added at the end of the article!
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